This ti for the M.J show, guest invitations are divided into three tiers: the most prestigious and rare gold card, the silver card for business celebrities and notable figures, and the most common bronze card.
Amidst the eager eyes of so many journalists, Qin Mu really didn’t want to take out his invitation, but with the security urging him, he reluctantly pulled it out.
His situation was different from Su Xingyu. Su Xingyu received a last-minute invitation from Ouyang Yi, who sent her an electronic invitation out of laziness. As for Qin Mu, he went through the processes earlier at Su Xingqi’s request and got two ticulously crafted paper invitations. Now, he begrudgingly took them out, and under the gaze of the crowd, journalists cried out —
"Bronze card! It’s actually a bronze card!"
Hearing this harsh wave, Qin Mu and Su Xingqi’s faces turned pale and then flushed, extrely embarrassed.
Actually, just being able to get a bronze invitation from M.J was a great honor. On Weibo, many in the fashion industry have shown off their bronze cards, as it’s the most nurous type of card, while gold and silver combined make up less than a tenth of the total. But, these two had just had a spat with Su Xingyu...
And Su Xingyu’s card was an exceedingly rare gold one...
This was just so awkward...
There was ridicule from the crowd: "That Su Xingqi, really has a big face, saying a girl with a gold card is relentlessly pestering a man with a bronze card, what’s her logic?"
"Hahaha, her thinking is truly peculiar."
"I rember now, did you see Blade Group’s street photography competition a few days ago? Wasn’t this Su Xingqi the one who cheated in the semi-finals and finals, getting exposed by Su Xingyu on the spot! And Su Xingyu won first place! No wonder the two have a grudge, Su Xingqi holds resentnt, it’s normal for her to slander Su Xingyu!"
"I see..." The observing journalists all expressed understanding, each filling in their own scripts of a hundred-and-eight rounds of grudges and feuds, planning to write detailed reports afterwards.
On the red carpet, Su Xingqi couldn’t bear the strange looks from all directions any longer, pulling Qin Mu like fleeing into the venue.
The venue was large, with guests dressed impeccably, chatting softly, keeping the noise from outside the show at bay.
No more mocking eyes fell on the two, and Su Xingqi finally cald down slightly.
She pulled Qin Mu into a corner and couldn’t help but start complaining: "Qin Mu, what’s wrong with you, how co you only got a bronze card? Su Xingyu has a gold card!"
This ti, Qin Mu had painstakingly accompanied her to the show, not only not getting along well but also getting publicly ridiculed, and now being complained at by Su Xingqi, he felt terrible: "Gold card? You want one, go find Ouyang Yi yourself! Su Xingyu has no sha, you want to learn from her to have no sha too? Fine, both you sisters go! Go!"
"Qin Mu?!" Su Xingqi was startled, Qin Mu had never been this fierce with her before, making her realize this man wasn’t as easy to get along with as she imagined.
Only now did she realize how untily her request was. After spending so much ti together, she understood how much Qin Mu cared about face, how fragile his ego was. How could she compare him to another man at such a critical mont? Especially that man in particular who took Su Xingyu! Thinking of Su Xingyu’s na made Su Xingqi grit her teeth with hatred, why is that bitch out of the picture but still lingering in Qin Mu’s heart?!
Su Xingqi knew well, the way Qin Mu looked at Su Xingyu was always peculiar, a lingering, unresolved gaze...
She was very nervous, afraid that one day Qin Mu would wake up and leave her, begging Su Xingyu to reconcile.
So, she tried to squeeze out a few drops of crystal tears, swirling in her eyes, looking weepy at Qin Mu, saying: "Qin Mu, I’m sorry, don’t be angry with , okay? I’m just upset with Su Xingyu’s arrogance. I don’t want you to be publicly humiliated like that by her, she’s really immature, clearly rising by selling her body, how can she be so arrogant?"
Qin Mu was irritated: "Never thought she would beco like this."
This was what he had been saying the most lately. Previously, the reason he didn’t even think about and broke up with Su Xingyu might be because subconsciously he believed that girl wouldn’t leave him even after the breakup, instead, she would reflect on her mistakes, lowering herself to cry and beg for reconciliation, right? Then he would marry the virtuous and caring Su Xingqi, and have Su Xingyu dependent on him like a parasitic plant for a lifeti, which would be a perfect ending.
Unexpectedly, he guessed the beginning but not the ending.
He regretted now, looking at Su Xingqi in front of him, suddenly finding her so shallow and bland. And Su Xingyu, on the other hand, unknowingly becoming more wonderful, even when wearing just a shirt and trousers, such a simple outfit could attract so many people’s attention. Su Xingyu... there was a light in her eyes that he had never seen in other girls’ eyes, a beautiful light.
Qin Mu secretly clenched his fist, he really didn’t want to give her up like that.
Over there, Su Xingyu was following Ouyang Yi towards the backstage.
Ouyang Yi was tall and easily carried her equipnt bag, drawing countless sidelong glances along the way.
As soon as they entered the backstage, other supermodels greeted him: "Ouyang, where have you been, it’s about to start and you haven’t changed clothes, so eager to carry bags for beauties?"
Ouyang Yi laughed at them: "Jealous that this young master has a beauty by my side? Haha."
He was answered with a chorus of hisses.
The backstage was bustling, countless supermodels with top-notch physiques and looks gathered, putting on makeup, changing clothes, even the air was filled with hormones.
Su Xingyu cautiously followed Ouyang Yi, walking through a bunch of nosebleed-inducing perfect bodies, to his makeup station.
"I’ll touch up my makeup first, you play around." He smiled and said to Su Xingyu, and imdiately a makeup artist ca up to powder him.
Su Xingyu didn’t stay idle, opening her equipnt bag, taking out her cara, unceremoniously asuring a few shots of his handso face, changing angles and positions, snapping several shots.
"Make sure to take pictures of this young master looking handso!" Ouyang Yi, amid his busy schedule, didn’t forget to make a request.
Su Xingyu moved to another angle, smiled: "Don’t worry, today you’re the most handso in the room."
"Oh, oh, oh, who’s so confident?" Suddenly, a strange voice ca from the side, Su Xingyu turned to see a man wearing a black stylish top had sohow stood behind her, his angular face spotless, carrying a faint scent of cologne. He lowered his head, looking interestedly at her cara screen, "Nice skill, young lady."
Ouyang Yi also saw him, tilting his head and shouting: "Jason, this is the photographer friend I told you about, Su Xingyu. I didn’t lie, she’s top-notch."
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